Eiderdown

Eiderdown

The wind brings with her

cloud after cloud, each calling

in turn with a draught at the door

to sweetly kiss my cheek

and bid me peace on the breeze,

for theirs is but a fleeting visit,

full of vows

that this October will be different, darling.

The faint figure of a single starling,

black at a distance, seen closer

with a gloss of purples and greens,

fast in flight, impeded by mistrals

on its route to the roosting site

where a mass murmuration

warms its wings on winter nights.

I watch from my window,

not yet convinced by the change in weather.

Double Rainbow

Double Rainbow

Long for the calm

and the storm will arrive

in her place

as a reminder to brace

for the inevitable impact

of a life made

for neither the ordinary

nor for the faint-hearted

but marking the journey

from where the light first switched on

and to live

meant leaving

in exchange

for the pounding rhythm of freedom

and nowhere

did the universe

promise this would be easy

but we’d all die of thirst

without a little rain.